“The smell of hospitals in winter and the feeling that it’s all a lot of oysters but no pearls.”

[anissa_c]

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[8_tigerlily_8]

"as day falls away into the street lamp orange sunset" -beautiful and sad as always Anissa, I always feel when I read your heart, and it's great because the worst thing is the numb

[anissa_c]

Thanks! I agree that numb is the worst, hopeless isn't much better. Melbourne isn't treating me so well!
When will I get to read your writing again? I miss it

[8_tigerlily_8]

oh and maybe the pearls aren't in the oysters? or maybe the pearls dont actually hold any sort of hope either?

[anissa_c]

Who knows what the pearls contain. Are they pearls of wisdom, or just ones that will bring you riches. And will those riches then corrupt you? So many questions, all posed by Counting Crows